Mrs. Merle Douglas was preparing dinner. It would take about an hour and a half before it would be ready. She was making beef and mushroom lasagna.

She started by boiling the lasagna noodles until they were tender. While the noodles were boiling, she cooked the beef in a 10-inch skillet over medium-high heat until well browned, stirring often to separate the meat. Pour off any fat and stirred in the sauce.

Next, she preheats the oven to 400 degrees while she placed the noodles, cheeses, and beef in a rectangular skillet. Finally, she placed the skillet into the oven and set her Alexa time to 65 minutes.

Merle had just set the timer. If she hurried she could go to the market and get the fixing for a salad. She wrote down a list: green leaf lettuce, spinach, stem tomatoes, carrots, walnuts and apples. An hour was plenty of time to walk to the fruit store and get what she needed.

She put her list down when she heard urgent knocking at her front door. Which was odd since she did have a doorbell that she assumed worked.

Merle walked towards the door and shouted out, "Who is it?" as the knocking continued.

"It's James Anderson from down the street. You have to help me."

He sounded desperate. Merle didn't know the boy well, but she knew of him and his family. They were her neighbors from three doors down. She peeked through the window and saw it was indeed this boy.

Merle let the James in. Merle knew from his appearance that he was in some sort of distress.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen, but I didn't have a choice!"

"What happened?"

"I went to my next-door neighbor but no one was home. Then the house after that, the same thing. I am so sorry."

"You had better sit down and tell me what is wrong."

"I'm so sorry, but it couldn't be helped. It isn't my fault but..."

"You aren't making any sense."

"Take off all your clothes!" James told Merle.

James was only sixteen. He was a little bit taller than Merle, but there wasn't a big advantage physically. Merle was an older woman in her fifties. She was a bit on the plus side, as the years and too many chocolate cakes and whatnot had distributed fat to the usual areas on a woman: the chest, her stomach, her hips, and thighs. She was in fact a bit heavier than James.

Merle feared the worse, what seemed like a very obvious conclusion, that this boy was going to try and rape her. She backed away a step. But she also started to unbutton her top. She was wearing a blue polyester floral-print ruffle top. It had a high ruffled neckline and ruffled trim at the shoulder blades. It hung loosely to about the midpoint of her hips. She wore it with a pair of Capri-length black slacks.

It took her a moment to realize what she was doing. But she couldn't stop herself. Soon her top was totally unbuttoned. Then she took off her top, revealing a mocha-colored full-figure underwire back close bra. It had stretch lace cups and wide straps for comfort.

She sat down to kick off her shoes. They were hazel wedge sandals with a T-strap and a hook and loop slingback to ensure a good fit. She lifted her but from the seat and slipped her pants out from under her revealing a full-cut lace pantie that matched the bra.

"How are you doing this?"

"I'm not. I mean not really. I don't have any choice. I'm so sorry. You have to believe me."